"I never want to like you again."

It's really hard to like someone.

Whenever she likes someone very seriously and hard, and treats him well with all her strength, she will be abandoned by the other party.

Song was so amazed, and Si Yu was so.

She missed it once, and no matter how much she made up for it, she would not get the other party’s trust.

Song was so anxious that he was so sad.

He once thought that the harm he had brought to Song Zhao could be compensated later, and the passage of time would fade away the scars in Song Zhao's heart.

But now I've discovered it.

Damage is damage and can never be erased.

Even because of those injuries, Song Zhao had a deep shadow.

These shadows followed her like shadows, and let her encounter similar things again, which would become a deadly straw that crushed her.

"Don't cry." Song Jing was envious and regretful, and seemed so powerless when he said anything, and he wanted to take out his heart and let his sister not be so sad.

He always hoped that Song Zhao would get angry with him, but on this day, he couldn't bear it anymore, hoping that she could be carefree.

It turned out that his distrust in those three years made his sister suffer every day.

She was so unbearable, but she suffered such great grievances.

"It was the eldest brother who did not take good responsibility for his brother, which disappointed the younger sister."

Song Jingxian hugged Song Zhao. It hurt so much, his chest was undulating, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"I'll make you sad for three years. I'll count it and make up for it with six years. Six years are not enough, so it's sixty years... or you'll have to be ninety years."

As he said that, he paused, and Song was amazed and laughed.

"No, I'm a teenager older than you. Ninety years later, I'll have to be buried in peace. I can't look at my little sister anymore and can't wait."

Just imagined that scene, Song Jingxian felt a little unbearable.

He rubbed Song Zhao's cheek and said in a negotiated tone, "How about you feel wronged, before the elder brother dies, smile at the elder brother and tell the elder brother not to leave with regrets, okay?"

Song Zhao turned his face away, his voice a little mushy.

"I don't want to give it."

I like why a person is so humble and sad.

If you like it seriously, you will never have a good ending. Instead, you will be calm and restrained and you will get good results.

If this is the case, she should not like anyone anymore. As long as she keeps her heart balanced forever and does not care too much, she will not be hurt.

It seemed that she couldn't hold it anymore. Song Zhao bit her lips tightly, and the mist that was always in her eyes suddenly condensed into tears and fell from the corners of her eyes.

With a click, warm tears hit the back of Song Jingxian's hand.

"Okay, then I won't give it."

Song Jingxian immediately did not dare to make any requests. He lowered his eyes and said, "I know that our little sister doesn't like the embarrassing look of others crying..."

Although he always thinks his sister is cute.

But he quickly squatted his back to Song Zhao, looking forward quietly, "Brother, carry you home, so you won't be able to see it."

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at the same time.

Outside the Imperial Hospital.

There were quite a lot of people coming to eat melons and watch the show, and they were all waiting for Sheng Minggui's inspection results.

The prince stood outside the courtyard coldly and heard the imperial physician say that Sheng Minggui had a strange skin disease, he felt sinister.

He felt that Sheng Minggui's illness was strange, and suspected that he did it on purpose and asked about the detailed symptoms of the disease.
Chapter completed!